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Illusion of Innocence	By : WarDove Category: Gundam Wing/AC > General Views: 1562 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Gundam Wing/AC, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

Chapter List
- 1-Illusion of Innocence
- 2-Bad Girl Relena Returns
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GW and its characters don't belong to me but to
Sunrise/SOTSU and all associated with them.

I wrote this for one of my friends who challenged me to
write a halfway believable 13xR. She really liked it and had her convinced. I hope
whoever else reads this likes it as well.

BTW I do not condone 15 year-old girls having sex, or if
they are, with men over 18, but it does happen whether people want to believe
it or not, and I see no difference between this fic and one where Treize is
having relations with a 15 year-old Wufei. So if you can't handle the idea then
don't read this fic.

Everything in italics denotes past thought. Normal
type represents present thoughts.

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I walked away from the Romafeller Foundation that
day more confident and determined than I had ever felt in my life. I was
focused solely on my mission ahead. I would talk to my brother and
convince him how wrong it was for him to attack earth, let alone destroy it.

Out of the corner of my eye I saw Peygan looking at
me and knew that he had noticed my slight change of demeanor, though he did not
ask. He knows me too well and that now, I am not in the mood to talk.

I look out of the window. The blur of the
road and trees mirror the blur of my mind. I close my eyes, trying to
block him out of my mind. Why do I feel that I have betrayed Heero, when
there is nothing between us to betray.

My eyes fly open. I'd started to fall asleep
but then my dreams woke me. Dreams that had only held the image of Heero Yuy now
held the face of another, Treize Khusranada. The regal representative of
Romafeller had burned himself into my memory forever, and I had been the one
that gave him the branding iron.

I almost laugh thinkin it it now. He said I
was free to go wherever I wanted, and so, I had had my mind made up to go into
space immediately but then, why was it I went into his arms instead.

I know the answer. Sheer loneliness. It
began with the death of my foster father and progressed with time as I found
out more of the truth about Operation Meteor, the gundams and Heero Yuy.
The experiences and knowledge had left me feeling alone, so incredibly alone.
But then, perhaps I had always felt alone, different from everyone else, even
those in my own social circle.

We had all been pampered and sheltered since birth,
but while they lived shallow lives and turned blind eyes to the events of
everyday, I had noticed it all and took it in. The few times I had tried to
convince them of the truth they had merely humored me and told me I must have
been imagining it all, so then, I too fell into the void of denial along with
them. It was not until my father�s demise that I realized how wrong it had been
to ignore such things, that I had been lying to myself as much as anyone, and
that I would no longer continue to dwell in the dark. After that resolve I had began
to question everything I had ever known. Self-doubt I do not like, people lying
to me I do not like, people hurting those that I love, I do not like and I was
determined to somehow bring it all to an end. I often wondered, however, if
anyone could have ever known how I felt, sharing such a burden of responsibility
while needing to maintain a sense of calm and cool? Then, upon seeing
Treize, I could sense he was lonely and in pain, heavily burdened as I, and with
a smoldering inferno burning underneath his skin.

Oh he still displayed the same debonair tone and
characteristics, grace under pressure as he had been taught, but I had noticed
the slight differences then when I had seen him before. There was a,
certain sadness behind his expressive pools of blue, and his step was not as
quick or light and he hung his head as if in constant contemplation. He
no longer smiled as easily. He was a man consumed with repressed rage,
suffering from depression, loneliness and desperation, and I wanted to be the
girl to bring him out of his angst, to release the sleeping beast being held
inside of him and to have it ravage my body and bring me to the heights of
ecstasy.

I close my eyes again wondering what he is thinking even
though I really don't care. Other then being an incredibly handsome and eligible
aristocrat Treize had never appealed too much to me, though now, I do have a
certain amount of respect for his character. For last night, last night, what
had started out for me as a mere sexual game had turned in to something totally
unexpected. I feel my body getting somewhat warm as the events of the following
evening begin to fill my thoughts once again.

It was the day after I had stepped down as
Romafeller's chief representative, Queen Relena. I had shed the
ridiculous dress and hairstyle that they had forced me to wear, but still felt
like I balanced the weight of the world on my shoulders. My rebellious teen
heart no longer could pursue youthful freedoms having, instead been saddled with
the pressures and expectations that any adult would find hard to carry on their
backs. Yes, I knew as soon as I walked out of the Romafeller estate doors my
childhood would truly be over, and that I had only one more chance to rebel, a
final fair well so to speak, to my dying young spirit.

I walked down the long quiet halls of the estate,
taking in the elegance of its Victorian style. Details so perfect, it was
if it had been plucked from the past of those long dead. Eerie is what I
thought it was, and I shivered, thinking how this eerie place had become my
tomb, my eternal place of rest with no chance of escape or rescue. That is what
I had thought, until he had come, to bring me back to life. Treize had resurrected me out of my living death,
noble and kind as if he were a prince, or shining knight. I know legends of
heroic knights and kings were a thing of fables and foolish dreams, but I could
not help but think of it that way and perhaps, that is why I thought he could
bring me out of my loneliness and boredom somehow. He was a man that was
mysterious to many, regal, chivalrous and cool, yet with a sense of danger
about him that could make one's blood chill with fright or burn with desire.

These were my thoughts as I stopped and turned,
finding myself in front of his office door. I wanted to laugh, not believing
what I was about to do. Initially, I froze, but a power beyond my control
curled my hand into a fist and brought it up to rap on the door. I jumped
hearing his simple words.

"Come in."

I barely even
remember opening the door, or stepping into his office, or even setting down
into the plush chair that sat in front of his desk, but I do remember his eyes.
His rich blue eyes that reached into me and took my soul.

His hands were folded under his chin, elbows on the
top of his desk. A glass of wine and a single red rose, still dressed in
its thorns set to the right of him.

"I thought you would already have been gone
Miss Peacecraft."

I brougy
cy
closed fist to my mouth and cleared my throat; suddenly words were lost on me.
"I, was...I was just about ready, to leave." I could have
screamed. Rarely is it I stammer. "I just wanted to thank you
and say my adieus."

I fought the
urge to avert my gaze as he half-smiled, his eyes seemed to be mocking me,
those eyes. I had never seen eyes so intense, not since I had looked
into, no, I could not think of Heero. He was irrelevant and I still
didn't know his feelings towards me. So he had spared my life more than
once, but he was also the one who had tried to take it as well, and yet, had
not Treize at one time?

His soft,
elegant tones brought my attention back to him. "Princess. I
still have a feeling you're not telling me something."

He had moved
from the seat behind his desk to the front of it, and sat atop it, mostly on
the edge right in front of me to the side. His gloved hand smoothed down my
cheek and grasped under my chin. Those fingers, as well, tilted my head
upward, so that now I was looking directly at him and into his eyes.

"Tell me
sweet child. What is it that troubles you?"

For lack of a
better response I simply repeated my concerns over the war as I had had many
times.

He smirked at
me again. I knew he could see behind my rouse. "Such a pretty little head
to be so worried about the world. I am sure in the end everyone will get
their just desserts."

His hand left
my face and took the glass of wine. He brought the red liquid up to his
lips, tilted back his head and sipped. I saw the spasm in his throat as
he swallowed. I felt a little faint and tried to rise but stumbled a
little and most certainly would have fallen on the floor if his arms had not
been there to catch me. I clutcontoonto them, feeling the size of the
muscles in his biceps even under the many layers of what were the Romafeller
uniforms. His form completely towered over mine. He could crush me
with a single blow. This was dangerous. But, I had seen danger and
survived it so far, and danger to me was the only way to feel alive.

He held me
back from him. "Are you feeling well Princess?"

Did he not
have a clue to what my racing mind was thinking? Or was he just playing
the role of the chivalrous king of his own little Camelot. I just stared
into his eyes as my arms glided up his chest and to his neck where I cupped
them around his jaw. He smiled thinly at me. His large hands
engulfed my tiny hands and led ted them away from his body. He turned
from me and took a few steps over to the window.

"I think
it's best you leave your highness, before something is started here that we may
very well regret."

Regret? I should leave now? Why was it
everyone told me what I should be doing, how I should be acting, how I should
be thinking? I was an independent girl who knew my mind, not as well as
my heart, but nonetheless I knew what I wanted! I wanted people to treat
me as I felt. Not as a fifteen year old girl, but a young woman who had
even adorned the title of queen of the world. No mere schoolgirl would
not have done the things that I had done, no, a mere school girl would be
afraid of the thoughts I was thinking now, of fucking a man older than even my
own brother. I would not be told what to do. I was not a child!

TBC...
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